A Poem by Leslie Philibert

for Carl Sharpe


Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

Not a moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam

More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice;
The taste of wax on your lips;

A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, our steps as slow
As if we must tread water,

You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.

© 2014 Leslie Philibert

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I love this. So descriptive and very sharp. I really like the treading water line—i can see it. Is this about a funeral?

Posted 4 Weeks Ago

Great...and I mean great use of imagery and metaphors... you painted a clear, concise, poignant piece by your words alone... that's the way to do it Leslie...that's poetry.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

You absolutely grabbed my attention, focus and imagination with this image. It immediately transported me to childhood, when the great, solid oak doors of our Germanic cathedral style church seemed to be those of a giant's castle. They came so easily to mind as you put them in the frame of Autumn. I love the picture you paint of the heavier mist, in a state of transition, yet stalled for the moment.

A beautiful piece.

Posted 3 Months Ago

This is so beautifully written, bold imagery and full of feeling. Glad I've discovered your writing!

Posted 4 Months Ago

The last line just brought everything together.
Like writes like this. Keeps you thinking.

Posted 6 Months Ago

Excellent thought provoking, emotive writing, I was especially drawn to the concluding verse, excellent work

Posted 9 Months Ago

Descriptive write stark imagery evoking so much emotion.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Had to reread this one as the leaves here are just starting to turn color. Can't wait until all is in full color. But, then snow up to the knees. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago

you brought it to life as you painted a vivid color of autumn

Posted 1 Year Ago

This season of our life, like the autumnal season itself, is really beautiful. We are able to remember with fondness, live with gratitude, and look forward to the promises. A bit of self-reflection lends beauty to an otherwise harsh and cruel winter. This is lovely.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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48 Reviews
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Added on September 28, 2014
Last Updated on September 28, 2014


Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..


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